[lit-ideas] Re: Poetry x 2 = Sabbatical
- From: JimKandJulieB@xxxxxxx
- To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2006 18:30:17 EDT
Snow is beautiful for the first 15 minutes that it falls.
After that, it is evil.
It becomes black and slushy from the driving, you have to scrape and de-ice
the car, wade through it to the tarp-covered wood-pile to feed the
woodstove....etc. I hate winter. New Zealand. If I ever come into money
it's New
Zealand for me.
Michael, my bro living in NY, adores snow and winter. A wonder since when
HE went sledding he ran smack head-on into a tree, was taken to the hospital,
and hurt his back badly. But then, he's a dare-devil.
Julie Krueger
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Sabbatical Date: 10/15/2006 3:28:41 P.M. Central Standard Time From:
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I lived in the depths of Carmarthenshire for five childhood
years. Snow every Christmas, sledding in the hills. But nothing
as daring as your hill rides.
I love snow too but these days it can be a nuisance
Judy
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From: "Eric Yost" <eyost1132@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Sunday, October 15, 2006 9:19 PM
Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Poetry x 2 = Sabbatical
> Why I love snow: I grew up in a house alongside a two-mile
> hill. It used to be an important road but was closed in the
> 1940s when a modern road was built elsewhere. In winter, the
> entire two-mile stretch would get covered with ice and snow.
> When I was a kid, we'd take our sleds up to the very top of
> the hill and fly down at ridiculous speeds.
>
> Nearing the town below, we'd have to crash the sleds into a
> snowbank or we'd cross traffic intersections. There were two
> ways to crash: you could roll off the sled at the last
> moment, the sled would hit the snowbank, and sometimes fly
> into the air; or you could stay on the sled and hope your
> weight would keep the sled level so it would penetrate the
> snowbank right, and the rider would fly up into the air and
> land on the other side of the snowbank.
>
> The beauty of sledding, the sharp turns in the road, the
> crisp cold, the almost heroic ending of the ride -- these
> stick in mind as some of the most exciting moments of my
> childhood.
>
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